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Son of a gun! I know my name is Rowella but how dare they treat me as Cinderella?!Bloody hell!

Due to being with myself most of the time I think I developed a knack for talking to myself, just doing monologues.

That was me. Talking to my self. Through my brain. Because, if I said that out loud, my family would throw me out of our house.

'Family', really?

Okay, the family that I am currently living with.

My phone created a loud buzzing noise, which was on my side table since I was charging it. It was vibrating, meaning somebody is calling me.

Aunt Kass💖 calling...

It was my aunt, the twin sister of my mother.

"Oh? How are you baby girl?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I got to stroll around here in Paris. Tried so many foods, I think I'll be going home fat. Would you like me to buy you some souvenirs?"

That's a lie. They won't let me out.

"Hahaha. Maybe shirts will do. Anyway, what did Carl say?"

Carl is my father. I'm not used with calling him 'dad'. I just met him last year. Before my mother died, she left me in the Englang with tita Kass. I was only 13 when we went back to England, I grew up at Australia since my mom worked there as a nurse. I knew she had breast-cancer, she died peacefully knowing I was safe in tita Kassandra's arms and that I am already at the England.

For 20 years, I lived peacefully and normally without Carl. He already has an another wife and two more children from his wife younger than me. He met me last year because he found contact with my aunt. He claimed that he did'nt know that my mother was pregnant with me. I was their illigitimate daughter. And I am proud of that. Because my mother and my aunt brought me up well. They were never married. Mom got pregnant with me after graduating college. Carl left her to go back to France, while mom was left in Australia.

"Carl says he wants me to work here. In their own company. Ofcourse I declined. I can't just leave you. After all, I only came here for a vacation."

She laughed heartily, maybe because I called my own dad with his name.

"It's really crazy here! It's always soup, cheese, wine, and fancy food! I miss Britain! I miss our tea time."

"Come on, Wella. Just a two more months and you'll be back here. Have fun and enjoy, you know that Carl looked really hard just to find you. I'm going to put this down now. I have to wake Cady up since she still has her classes."

She has two daughters. My  younger cousin who is four years younger than me.  While the other one is working as an teacher in a well-known school who is two years older than me. We bid goodbye to each other as I  got up from my bed and held my phone.

I really want to tell her that I was not allowed to go out. Carl's family didn't let me outside the manor. But what for? Aunt Kass is right, in two months I will be back home sipping Earl grey tea and eating macarons on our porch. It's not like my life is a drama where in I have three antagonists! Hell, it would be great if my life was like a Korean drama with really good looking hunks. But then I remembered that I don't need any man in my life.

Actually, Carl works the whole day at his company. So his wife and his daughters are left  here with me in their manor. I am forced to work for his new and bitch ass family because they threatened that they will close my aunts' business which is a small clothing line only. I worked there as the Manager before flying all the way her to France, and I care for it because because it is the only livelihood of my aunt. Not that she needs money but her husband died in a plane crash from a business trip. I know that her business is one of her happiness. It was the last gift she received from her husband before he died. They have maids here, actually a lot if I  do say so myself but they really want to somehow torture me by cleaning their huge ass rooms. What can I say? They suck!

It's 6 am here in the morning and I'm already awake. I do the cooking and cleaning for them. It's better than cleaning the whole manor. I only clean their rooms.  I'm lucky that they let me sleep here in the guest room unlike Cinderella na sa attic.

You know what? Due to boredom I watched a lot of princess movies in my laptop the whole time I am here, so right now I am feeling a bit of Cinderella touch in my current situation

The wicked witches wake up at ten in the morning or maybe past that.

What a bunch of lazy bums

So I still have five hours for myself.

I opened my Snapchat while playing songs from my spotify and saw a new snap from Kaye—my bestfriend slash cousin. My cousin who works as a teacher. She sent a photo of her drinking sa Starbucks with my favorites which is a venti chocolate frappe and the chocolate-grazed donut. With the caption 'what a waste to go to Starbucks all by myself.' She ended it with the smiling devil emoji.

Why, this devil! I am so jealous right now.

Because of my intense jealousy I turned my phone off. I grabbed the laptop Carl gave last christmas, so I can watch kdrama. The title is 'Fight for my way'. Gosh, why is Park Seo Joon so good looking?

I watched until I felt my eyelids getting heavy, maybe I'll take a quick nap, it's still early after all.

I was awoken by the sound of knocking on the door.

I turned my laptop off, since I fell asleep without turning it off. I brushed my hair with my hands and checked for some dried saliva.

I opened the door to see the daughter of the head house maid, I distinctly remember that her name is 'Lana'.

To which I am correct as I glanced at her name tag.

Seriously, they have name tags. They have so may housemaids that they need to have name tags. I subtly moved away to smell if my breath stinks. I remembered that I haven't brushed my teeth yet.

"Miss Wella, Master Carl has asked me to wake you up for breakfast."

She seems nice, she was all smiles while talking to me. Even with english you will notice the deep French accent she has.

I know french too you know. I know how to say shit in French, which is 'merde'.

"Pas de probleme. I'll go down in just a minute"

(No problem)

It looks like she was shocked to hear me talking in French. Yes, I know how to speak a few.

I studied some French words because I need to know if the wicked witches are talking about me.

She smiled and went downstairs.

I can't just go down without brushing my teeth. I cannot go down with bad breath knowing that the wicked witches are there waiting and judging me. I might not stop myself from slapping them.

I brushed my teeth and did my skin care routine. I changed my clothes into black cycling shorts and a black turtle neck

Bloody hell! Breakfast smells good. Carl says he needs heavy breakfast since he does a lot in their company. The smell of the food is all around the manor. The usual lunch I get is cheese, bread, and soup which is part of the wicked witches' diet. Soup will never fill my stomach!

"Oh! Graciella. Good thing you are already awake. Your sisters and your mother are still asleep."

I gave him a fake smile. It's a thing I got from my mom. The best feature actually. My mom is actually a Spanish-Australjan descent. I have two dimples which makes it easier to fake a smile and not be noticable. I got my mom's really creamy skin. Even if I stay in the sun for hours I won't be tanned but red. Aunt Kass has a beach house, wherein we spend every weekend there so get to swim all day long.

I remember, there was a mosquito on my neck so I slapped it and it looked like a hickey.

I silently ate fried rice and egg while Carl was reading the morning paper. Then I remembered Kaye's snap

What if I asked Carl if I can join him? I'll call him dad even if it makes my stomach churn. I just want to go and get Starbucks.

"Dad?"

He looked at me. You can see how his blue eyes shined. It made me sick. This is the first time for me to start a conversation. When he asked me questions I only nodded or shaked my head. The wicked witches talk to me, acting all nice when he's here.

"Yes Graciella?"

'Graciella', really?

"Ofcourse! Why would'nt I allow you? We'll be leaving at 7:30 so you can get dressed. Anything you want more, Graciella?"

I shaked my head and continued eating. For your information, my name is Graciella Rowella. I don't know why he's calling me 'Graciella', though I introduced myself as 'Rowella'.